September 15, 2011
Echoes of Loneliness
On that shore,
the ocean laps.
On that shore,
We walk,
Hand in hand,
Two as one,
The only sound,
the ocean laps.
Several years pass,
And once I returned.
And still on the shore,
The ocean laps.
I walked that shore alone.
I walk in our footsteps,
two is now one,
and the only sound,
the ocean laps.
That shore know of the past,
Of the day you left,
But its [...]
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September 14, 2011
Chapter I
The sounds begin to build, slight at first, but growing in magnitude and volume. It is the sounds of heels clacking and soles squeaking, of hundreds of pairs of feet, encased in all variety of shoes, climbing stairs and running along hallways. Twenty-eight hundred feet dance, as they head this way and that, to [...]
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